I’m feeling bad
I’m feeling real bad
I’m asking myself why I’m alive
and although I know the answer, I’m still feeling bad…
the answer doesn’t satisfy me
because the answer will never be really true
it’ll never work with them around us
they don’t understand me
they’ll never know how I feel
punishment can’t stop me from feeling what I feel
nothing but death can keep me away from him
every time I smile, my smile is fake
only he can make me smile genuine
he makes me happy
he is the reason for my blood to keep running through my veins
he is the reason that I’m still alive
but if I can’t see him, I don’t know why I’m alive
I’d better be with him
but they don’t see why
so I don’t know what’s going to happen
I am afraid
I really am afraid…
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